#maybe Arthur or Bucky next idk

[dramatisperscnae]

[miyamorana]

First Lines

Stolen from @katvonbirb

Rules are: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.

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Tinsel and Mistletoe (VLD)

The sun is peeking through the curtains, the single ray of pale morning light landing right on his eyelid. Lance grabs the edge of his bedsheet and drags it over his face, smothering the light and silently cursing his past self for not properly drawing the curtains shut.

There Be Dragons (HP)

Harry and his godfathers move to London just after his 11th birthday. Sirius’ estranged mother passed away, and he inherited his childhood house.

Finally Free (JatP)

They’re arguing about the harmonies of their newest song when Flynn pushes open the door and announces that Julie and her need to talk about outfits.

“We don’t even have our next gig yet,” Luke replies. “We should finish working out this bridge before talking about costumes.”

Something Cosmic (RNM)

Guerin is… No, not Guerin, Alex admonishes himself. Michael. Michael is waiting for him by the car, leaning against it in a very cowboy posture, thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. He seems relaxed, but the way he quickly licks his bottom lip as he looks at Alex betrays his nerves. Alex smiles softly, pushing down his own nerves knotting his throat.

In the Morning (RNM)

Michael wakes up to a thundering headache, which isn’t fair. He didn’t even have anything to drink – he’s not stupid, he knows his metabolism doesn’t handle alcohol well. He does remember the taste of punch on his lips though. No. Not on his lips.

Rush (TW)

The snow creeks under Stiles’ feet, a soft, muffled sound in the stillness of the night. Everything is soft in the park. Muted, somehow, even though he can see in details he wouldn’t have been able to make out in daylight before.

Recommencement (Merlin)

Arthur déplaça la bougie afin de pouvoir lire le nom de la petite ville à l’orée de la forêt, faisant attention de ne pas faire couler de cire sur la carte. Il n’était pas sûr de quand la nuit était tombée exactement, mais les lampes avaient été allumées et une assiette de nourriture, toujours pleine et désormais froide, avait été posée à côté de lui. 

Of Magic and Duty (LoL)

Sometimes, Darius wonders how long Zaun is going to last before some experiment accidentally turns its already heavily polluted atmosphere completely toxic, or maybe simply makes the whole place explode. He just hopes it doesn’t happen while he’s there. That would be a very disappointing way to die.

In Earth’s Cradle (DA2)

Fenris moves through the battle, Fade-stepping to get faster, to dodge attacks and projectiles. One second he’s not-quite-there, and the enemy sword is ripping through air, the next he’s material again, his fist becoming solid inside the soldier’s chest, flesh and bone ripping to make space for him.

He’ll Bite (CA)

Sam���s the one who finds Bucky, or maybe Bucky finds Sam, neither mentioned much about how it happened but now Bucky’s sitting in Sam’s kitchen, hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, and Steve doesn’t know what to say.

Sugar and Spice (Angel)

Wolfram & Hart is no more, and Angel Investigations moved back into the Hyperion hotel. Spike tagged along, because really he has no other place to go to, and he did help save the world after all. (“Twice!” he would insist on pointing out.)

It Must Be (BtVS)

“You cannot tell anyone,” Anya hears as she walks past the door to Dawn’s room.

She stops, carefully tiptoes towards said door and presses her ear against the wooden panel. What is Dawn up to this time? With the First after them, they really don’t have time for more of Dawn’s teenage crisis. She thought they were past this.

Derrière la Porte (TW)

Pourquoi est-ce que personne ne lui avait dit que les études universitaires, c’est dur? Stiles se masse le front dans l’ascenseur, essayant de faire disparaître le début de mal de tête qu’il sent déjà poindre. Il est tard, plus tard que l’heure à laquelle il rentre d’habitude, et son portable n’a plus de batterie, aussi espère-t-il que Derek ne se soit pas trop inquiété.

Sleepless (DA2)

Fenris first notices it after they kill the dragon at the Bone Pit. Well, the new one. Hawke has a claw stuck through her arm, and though she says it’s fine he insists on dragging her to the clinic, even if he has to break the door and shake Anders awake. There is no door-breaking or shaking required, because even though it’s so late some might call it early Anders is up, working, organising the potions on his shelves and listing the things he’ll need to procure soon.

Dearest Laura (TW)

Dearest Laura,

I've been staring at these two words for the last ten minutes, wondering how to start this, but I'm not even sure why I sat down with paper and pen in the first place. Maybe I'm feeling lonely, now that Derek and uncle Peter are gone. Maybe I'm feeling guilty... guilty of so many things, none the least what happened all those years ago.

Cyberwolf (TW)

There are many ways to cheat death if you have the knowledge and the resources, Peter had once said in one of his weird speeches in which he gives you disturbing information you didn’t want, and none of the information you actually need. They were probably discussing the subject of Lydia’s nature, and wondering how Peter had been able to use that to come back from the dead, which still made absolutely zero sense to Stiles. But the words had stuck in his mind, burrowed deep, and started growing into questions and ideas.

Respite (TW)

Derek’s eyes open as he gasps for breath, panicking. For a second, he doesn’t remember where he is. For a second, he can still feel the arms of his nightmare holding him up, can still feel his claws sinking into Boyd’s chest, Boyd’s energy seep out of him and into Derek.

In Wolf Skin (TW)

“No,” Stiles says, pointing a finger at the teenager in front of him. “No no no! You give it back right now!”

New Spark (TW)

Isaac is sitting on Scott’s bed, shuffling through the songs on Scott’s ipod, trying to find one he can actually focus on. There’s no use, he can’t help himself, his ears stay tuned to the sound of Scott and his mom’s conversation downstairs.

Burning Embers (TW)

Peter looks down at Cora’s face, trying to match the features of the teenager in front of him with his memories of the eleven-year-old kid he last saw half-an-hour before the fire. Her presence here makes no sense. She must have been in her bedroom, doing homework, when the house burst into flames.

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Firstly, it is sad that I had to go back all the way to 2013 for my last 20 fics. I really need to write more. T_T

As for a pattern, idk, I don’t really see one? Sometimes I drop the reader in the middle of things, sometimes I set up a scene with descriptions, sometimes I go into a character’s head... Do you see a pattern in my fic openings?

My favorite of these is a toss up between In Wolf Skin and Tinsel and Mistletoe, I think, even though they are very very different.

I’m “tagging” anyone who feels like doing this?

[pseudonymfox]

Abort Mission (16)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend have powers, now he is dead and you are expecting a baby. Hydra is interested in the child so they send the  Winter Soldier. What happens if Bucky unexpectedly falls for you…

This Part: One thing leads to another...

Warnings: fighting, making up, fluff, angst, archer being cute idk

A/N: pls don’t hate me for taking like years to post a simple next part.. but next week is the birthday of this account yay. I’ll post something then too which is already done so don’t worry :)

“No!“ Bucky yelled, taking both Steve and you a bit by surprise. “-We are going to talk about this. You can’t just decide that all by yourself to go out there and risk your life for what? Exactly nothing. We’re literally standing here with your son“ Bucky argued, but you you heard it out right away as it fell from his lips: ‘your son’. It’s still something he said even after all this time.

Bucky is Archer’s dad.

Luke is dead and Bucky appeared and took over that role.

That’s just how it is and your little boy will grow up knowing what happened and understanding it.

“For the last time Bucky if he such a burden to you..-“ you interrupted him but he cut you also off.

The fight was on.

It hurts to fight like this, but he started it. Steve who stood helpless beside you, distracting Archer in the stroller decided to step in as the frequency of your fight increased and raised the attention of others.

“Guys...“ Steve spoke up, but to the both of you everyone else was just air right now.

“Never said that he was a burden to me. I wouldn’t even think about it, but that’s not the point right now. The point is that you put yourself out there in danger, leave me and your son behind worrying that mama might never come back“ he looked disgusted at you by the words that fell out of your mouth.

“You said it again, but yeah you’re right..“ you spoke out and he shook quite surprised his head at you.

“-for me believing that you would trust me this one time“ you added with a scoff.

“Oh here we go!“ Bucky exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Alright. I’m ending this right now! Fight somewhere else but not here and not in front of Archer or anyone else. If you have decided to let me know and then we can talk to Nat and Sam.“ Steve walked between the both of you and raised his voice enough to be heard.

Neither of you dared to say something else, Steve was right that was something to take home, not that you wanted to talk about this any longer since you can make your own decisions but if Bucky wanted to than fine.

“-I’ll get them both here tomorrow. Solve it till then. Til then I would love to give you both the time and take care of Archer if you don’t mind“ he asked for a good reason. Bucky and you nodded, avoiding each others gaze before saying goodbye to both of them.

The ride home also was silent, a thick tension between the both of you until Bucky just sat down on the couch and didn’t say a word. Probably could neither of you start this fight again, but he just sat down and gave you an attitude.

“Don’t you want to say something?“ you rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms waiting for him to yell again.

“Do you want to say something to me? Cause since only yesterday you’re a completely different person. What could have possibly happened there that you are like this?“ he turned his head to you and asked with a shrug.

“Nothing happened. I told you I just don’t want to talk about it and you still make me. I want to go on Missions with Steve because I don’t want to sit at home all day so why don’t you understand?“ you avoided his gaze and yes you lied but you did that to yourself too. Lying about the fact that it didn’t still hurt.

“Nothing happened?! Why I don’t understand? Have you ever been to a mission. Do you know in what kind of danger you put yourself into? Are you willing to go and if something happens to leave Archer and me and all of your friends behind just like that? Don’t you care at all? And you still ask me why I don’t understand. (Y/N) we’ve barely talked for a few days and most importantly, you don’t really think I don’t know you enough that I wouldn’t notice that something is up?“ he stood up again and came closer to you, raising his voice once again until he basically only shouted at you. With every statement he said you broke down more and more until tears threatened to spill out. But you fought back, not wanting to seem like an whining mess.

“Can you please trust me?“ you tried to hide it, but your voice cracked anyways as soon as they left your mouth. It sounded almost like a whimper.

“I trust you, but I don’t trust the world and at this point we can’t use anymore risks in our life. Haven’t we been through too much already? Or should I remind you again..I just want my (Y/N) back. Can’t you understand that?!!“ he did, but with the last words he noticed how you were shaking slightly and crying, angrily wiping them from your cheeks. He shook his head and calmed down a bit with a heavy sigh before going out the door, slamming it after he shut breaking the glass but he didn’t even bother to look back.

Bucky and you need a breather and press the pause button before something would happen that you both didn’t want. Only a short rethinking phase for both of your will. You sat down on the couch thinking he would need more time or disappeared for good. But to your surprise the door opened shortly after again and Bucky came back in, the glass scrunching under his shoes as he started slowly coming closer and sitting down beside you on the couch.

“I don’t wanna fight anymore (Y/N)..“ he said looking at you.

“Me neither“ you replied with a huff. “Just promise me that you will leave the serious stuff to the rest and if it’s to dangerous you will turn around and leave, no sacrificing, no stupid moves, nothing that isn’t planned and you’re not doing anything alone. You gotta have someone to watch your back alright?“ Bucky lectured, but you were fine with that, at least he didn’t break up with you like the scenario you made up in your head.

“Like you?“ you gave him a small smirk.

“No...I thought about that, but I- I can’t“ he chuckled. “-Sorry for yelling at you.... I’m just scared“ Bucky confirmed, his head lowering.

“You don’t have to be. I promise“ you whispered and leaned forward to hug him, your face hidden in the crook of the neck, inahling his scent, telling yourself that everything would be ok from now on. A hand runs up and down your back and you could have fallen asleep right then and there.

“Give me yourr hand“ he brought out with a huff. You barely even understood what he was saying before breaking out of your grasp with a weird written over his face.

“Why?“ you shot him a confused look and crossed your arms over your chest, backing up a bit. Bucky smiled a little and got down on the ground, on one knee while holding his hand out to you. Gesturing with your hand, but you were shocked at what is happening.

Not understanding and somehow not believing. “What are you doing?“ you asked again.

“I’m trying to propose to you so give me you damn hand..” he said with a flowing soft ‘please’ at the end in which you eventually gave in, your hand shaking of course like a aspen leaf. Even more as he pulled out a beautiful ring, letting you realize that he meant it, like for real.

“I didn’t really planned something yet, but it doesn’t matter because I feel like never is really gonna be the right time anyway- (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor and marry me?“ With a blank mind and with watery eyes you stared down at him, in his big hopeful eyes. Well there was only this one answer for you, but you just didn’t understand why you and if he was sure with that.

“I hope you don’t think that’s gonna make me cancel that whole thing“ you answered and got down to his level.

“No, I know you’re pretty stubborn. I had sat in with me for a while and I guess I just want you to know that I meant it“ he said not breaking eye contact with your big hopeful eyes as you stretched your hand out to him.

“I mean it too“ With your final words he slipped the ring onto your finger and kissing you as a sealing act. Smiling into the kiss you tried to even under those circumstances to remember each and every little detail about that moment hoping to never forget it.

“And just so you know, I know that you mean it otherwise I don’t think you would take up on so much even after everything you’ve been through“ you told him taking his face in your hands and running your thumbs along his jaw.

You started to overturn every little thing, but now isn’t the time to back off you told yourself. You had to do this for yourself.

Shortly after bedtime Bucky also decided to come to bed after doing his little night routine. Check the locks, do the dishes because he mostly insists on it, clean up a bit, check the doors again and maybe after some time he would come upstairs to tuck Arthur in and join you in bed. On the middle of the stairs, he stoppes as he heard you both talking.

“Can I come?“ Archer whispered to you, his voice already sleepy and his eyes would drop close any second.

“Well who is going to take care of daddy then?“ you said back with a smile. “He comes to maybe“ Archer told you before snuggling a bit closer into his pillows and bunch of stuffed animals. Basically, passing out as he finished what he was saying.

“I’ll be right back before you know it. I promise“ you kissed his cheek and got back up, slowly back out of the room, leaving the door open three inches, not noticing Bucky on the stairs as you went in the bathroom to get ready for bed yourself.

He was already in bed as you joined his side.

“I can’t make my mind around it that you asked me to marry you. Like I didn’t dream that right?“ you admired the ring on your finger also thinking about the one around your neck, you felt like you started to collect a bunch of them.

“No you didn’t that is real. Maybe I should have come along to Canada I could have asked for permission before.“ he laughed, but you knew that he was just trying to get back to that subject and coax it out of you.

“Good night Buck. I love you“ you pecked his lips and snuggled yourself closer to him, who sighed and let it be like that not wanting to have another fight this day.

Steve, Nat, Sam and you sat all in a meeting room trying to discuss the mission.

“Is this going to be a family vacation or what is tin-man over there doing?“ Sam spoke up as the first one. You turned for a quick look, towards him but Bucky spoke for himself.

“No I am just checking and we don’t have anyone to babysit but let me just say-“ he looked down to Archer on his lap who is occupied with his food and held his ears close.”-you’re lucky that a toddler is in the room. Where is your babysitter huh?“ he mocked Sam.

“Alright, let’s discuss the mission.“ Nat brought up and laid out the photos.

“Quick in and out just to check since we already cleared that base a few months prior. Sam in the air, the rest inside. Steve watches the doors while we go look around. It probably won’t even take a day. Simple and easy for beginners.” she shrugged, looking around the table to check with everyone.

“Looks good.“ Steve spoke up, everyone agreed. But you looked back to Buck just to check with him too.

“Back up plan? What if they know you are coming?“ He brought up, asking once again around the room.

“If it looks bad we cancel and reschedule.“ Steve answered that one and Bucky nodded with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Alright. Shall we then?“

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[sourstiless]

a list of my favorite characters who have died permanently

arthur pendragon

carl grimes

steve trevor (maybe he’s in the sequel but idk)

jack frost(a guardian but he still dead y’know)

newt

giuliano de medici

a list of my favorite characters who have died but came back

flynn rider(or eugene either or)

wanda maximoff, bucky barnes, peter parker (all dusted by thanos’ snap)

dean winchester(several times)

a list of my favorite character who have almost died

danny williams

steve mcgarrett

zuko

steve rogers

stiles stilinski

steve harrington

keith from voltron

bellamy blake

raven reyes

percy jackson

chase from lab rats lol(not that him almost dying is funny, it’s not)

ben parish

a list of my favorite characters who could still potentially get killed off because writers hate me

bellamy blake

steve harrington

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

dean winchester (again but this time permanently)

raven reyes

wanda maximoff

bucky barnes

peter parker

percy jackson (jason died, watch percy be next. we all know rick don’t give a fuck).

this could also be turned into my complete list of characters i love. because these are the only ones. im beginning to sense a pattern here.

basically what im saying is that i live in constant fear that my faves will die because i have a track record, and most of them are still open to possibly getting killed off so, yeah. we love that.